The Bibliophile Library of Literature, Art and Rare Manuscripts, المجلد 5

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Forrest Morgan, Caroline Ticknor
International bibliophile society, 1904
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الصفحة 1612 - THE world is very evil, The times are waxing late : Be sober and keep vigil, The Judge is at the gate; The Judge that comes in mercy, The Judge that comes with might, To terminate the evil, To diadem the right.
الصفحة 1530 - Their escutcheons have long mouldered from the walls of their castles. Their castles themselves are but green mounds and shattered ruins: the place that once knew them, knows them no more — nay, many a race since theirs has died out and been forgotten in the very land which they occupied with all...
الصفحة 1449 - Nibelunge," such as it was written down at the end of the twelfth, or the beginning of the thirteenth century, is
الصفحة 1617 - For thee, O dear, dear Country, mine eyes their vigils keep ; For very love, beholding thy happy name, they weep. The mention of thy glory is unction to the breast, And medicine in sickness, and love, and life, and rest.
الصفحة 1606 - Dies irae, dies illa, Solvet saeclum in favilla ; Teste David cum Sibylla. Quantus tremor est futurus, Quando judex est venturus, Cuncta stricte discussurus ! Tuba mirum spargens sonum Per sepulchra regionum, Coget omnes ante thronum. Mors stupebit et natura, Cum resurget Creatura, Judicanti responsura. Liber scriptus proferetur, In quo totum continetur, Unde mundus judicetur. Judex ergo cum sedebit, Quidquid latet apparebit : Nil inultum remanebit.
الصفحة 1615 - BRIEF life is here our portion ; Brief sorrow, short-lived care : The life that knows no ending, The tearless life is there. O happy retribution ! Short toil, eternal rest ; For mortals and for sinners A mansion with the blest.
الصفحة 1536 - Norman on the visor, where his lance's point kept hold of the bars. Yet, even at this disadvantage, the Templar sustained his high reputation ; and had not the girths of his saddle burst, he might not have been unhorsed. As it chanced, however, saddle, horse, and man, rolled on the ground under a cloud of dust.
الصفحة 1689 - The hour was morning's prime, and on his way Aloft the sun ascended with those stars, That with him rose when Love divine first moved Those its fair works...
الصفحة 1620 - JERUSALEM the golden ! With milk and honey blest ; Beneath thy contemplation Sink heart and voice opprest. I know not, oh ! I know not What joys await us there ; What radiancy of glory, What bliss beyond compare.
الصفحة 1695 - Thou lookest so! Father, what ails thee?' Yet I shed no tear, nor answer'd all that day Nor the next night, until another sun Came out upon the world. When a faint beam Had to our doleful prison made its way, And in four countenances I descried...

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